The glorious and triumphant return of now-19 year old Blogger, the revival of a once-grand and dare I say influential webspace that produced daily content, and the crippling anxiety of a young woman who no longer has any time or motivation to write, and feels like any ability she had acquired in the past through repetition and sheer will alone is now slowly slipping out of her grasp. Brief history of the Blog and Blogger can be found here.

Here be personal journal entries, observations, slices of life, questions and conclusions, as well as exploration of social and political topics seen through the lens of a Malaysian Muslim, feminist, lesbian, Marxist, and horse enthusiast.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

A Cry For Help

Don't think I don't know what you say. Don't think I don't understand your 'cryptic messages'. Don't think I don't know that you're talking about me. Don't think I'm not hurt. Don't think I don't have a heart. Don't think I'm not fully aware of everything I am. Don't think I don't struggle with it. Don't think I'm any less lonely than you are. You don't think.

Don't think it took him twenty-five times to realize that it's not an act.

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